My husband was extra thoughtful this year for Valentines Day...
He said that I went all out for his 30th birthday (thinking of ways to make it special) so he wanted to do something extra for me for this Valentines Day.
He made a keepsake video of himself -- talking about the 7 things he loves most about me. I thought about posting the video, but I decided that some of what he said is really just for me. I will tell you that it's amazing and he did some cool editing things to really make it personal (like including a song that I love over the menu screen) and it has a Valentines themed background that he created. And I love that it's a video that I will always have and that I can watch it over and over again! He put a lot of thought and time into this... which is why it means so much. Something this special means WAY MORE than anything he could buy as a gift. It is such a treasure.
I will share his top 7 list...
The Top 7 Things He Loves About Me Are
#7 Positive and Optimistic
#6 Beautiful
#5 Creativity
#4 Thoughtfulness
#3 Mother
#2 Friendship
#1 Heart for God and the things of His Kingdom
God had been doing so much in our lives and this Valentines gift is such a reflection of God's faithfulness and love. I feel like a big shift came about after we saw a video about the culture of honor. Instead of looking for the things that we don't like, or pointing out the things that drive us crazy. We now make a point of pulling out the good in each other (and in others). Look for the treasure in that person and pull that out. We look for ways to not only serve and bless each other, but to out bless each other! The culture and the climate of our house has changed. God is so good to show us deeper and deeper forms of His love after being married for five years and transitioning to parenthood together. His love is deep and wide! The other recent blessing, is the Sozo ministry we've experienced. Awesome stuff! I'll write more later...
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Daddy's Girl in a BOY World
In September, we will celebrate our 5 year college reunion and our 5 year wedding anniversary.
I grew up in a house of girls. And on top of that I am the oldest daughter and a Daddy's Girl! When I got injured in any way, I was immediately met with overwhelming compassion. My mother had band aids, neosporine, Advil and a kiss. My dad had ice, wraps and a comforting embrace. I was asked at least five to ten routine questions like, "Are you OK Baby?", "Are you bleeding?", "How bad does it hurt?" , "Did you hear anything crack or pop?", Etc... Overwhelming compassion. Deep concern. Loving care.
The other day I sat down at our computer desk and hit my knee really hard. It was not major, but it hurt and took some skin off. I was waiting for the reaction of my husband who was in the same room and witnessed what happened. No response. Did not even get up. Not concerned. And then, a slight interest as he watch me grab my knee and try to not to yell. But it was really more like an interrogation... "What'd you do?" "How'd you even hit your knee?" Not exactly what I was expecting. Not the reaction I had come to know for over 20 years.
Later that night we talked about it and I asked him how his family responded to injuries when he was growing up in house of BOYS?! "I guess you didn't really get a big reaction unless it was major, huh?" He agreed and reiterated that it was not some big thing where anyone would ever run and check on him. When you are a boy, you are expected to get over things on your own I guess?! "If they did respond, were they compassionate and concerned or scolding and interrogating?" He said it was the interrogation stuff, like, What'd you do? How'd you do that? or my personal favorite thing for anyone to say when I'm hurting... Why'd you do that? (Because we all plan to have an accidental injury.)
So... In the world of love and marriage and parenting... I figured out that he responded to me in a way that seemed perfectly normal to him. It's what he knew. It did not mean he didn't care. It did not mean he didn't love me. It was "normal" to him even though my "normal" was very far away in another expectation.
That lead us to talking about how we will react to our son. Why do people treat BOYS so differently? It's good to be compassionate. Right?
- Daddy's Girl
I grew up in a house of girls. And on top of that I am the oldest daughter and a Daddy's Girl! When I got injured in any way, I was immediately met with overwhelming compassion. My mother had band aids, neosporine, Advil and a kiss. My dad had ice, wraps and a comforting embrace. I was asked at least five to ten routine questions like, "Are you OK Baby?", "Are you bleeding?", "How bad does it hurt?" , "Did you hear anything crack or pop?", Etc... Overwhelming compassion. Deep concern. Loving care.
The other day I sat down at our computer desk and hit my knee really hard. It was not major, but it hurt and took some skin off. I was waiting for the reaction of my husband who was in the same room and witnessed what happened. No response. Did not even get up. Not concerned. And then, a slight interest as he watch me grab my knee and try to not to yell. But it was really more like an interrogation... "What'd you do?" "How'd you even hit your knee?" Not exactly what I was expecting. Not the reaction I had come to know for over 20 years.
Later that night we talked about it and I asked him how his family responded to injuries when he was growing up in house of BOYS?! "I guess you didn't really get a big reaction unless it was major, huh?" He agreed and reiterated that it was not some big thing where anyone would ever run and check on him. When you are a boy, you are expected to get over things on your own I guess?! "If they did respond, were they compassionate and concerned or scolding and interrogating?" He said it was the interrogation stuff, like, What'd you do? How'd you do that? or my personal favorite thing for anyone to say when I'm hurting... Why'd you do that? (Because we all plan to have an accidental injury.)
So... In the world of love and marriage and parenting... I figured out that he responded to me in a way that seemed perfectly normal to him. It's what he knew. It did not mean he didn't care. It did not mean he didn't love me. It was "normal" to him even though my "normal" was very far away in another expectation.
That lead us to talking about how we will react to our son. Why do people treat BOYS so differently? It's good to be compassionate. Right?
- Daddy's Girl
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